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Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

KNOW THYSELF

Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                                                                       I stood,
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
                                                                   Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was: 
                                                                 Still wondering,
                                                                          Still inquiring,
                                                                               Still demanding.

I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
                                                                  Phenomena, 
While the true essence of things, evasive 
                                                           As ever,
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
                                                                  Perception, 

Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
                                                             Of Isis,
And disappointed with reason’s constant 
                                                            Failure,
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
                                                                   Asking aloud:

              Where are Thee, oh LORD?

For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!

I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them, 
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!

I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!

I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!

I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!


I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not! 

                           WHY?

Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord, 
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:

Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?


Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
                                                          I dared ask:

How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
                                                               The way

And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
                                                                    And said:

Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
                                                                     So great,
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be 
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:

Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me 

Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me

Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you 
To sense Me 

At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:

I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more

I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more

I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
                                  Just for a moment alone!

And BEHOLD:

I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul. 

Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their 
                                                                               Passages wide
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s 
                                                                               Dazzled eyes
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
                                                                   Thus making everything known.


And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
                                                                          In ecstasy exclaims:

Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
                                                      Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!

And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His 
                                                           Divine thought tenderly declared: 

No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!



                           © Demetrios Trifiatis
                               
 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis


Long poem by Edlynn Nau | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/dont_feed_the_particles_in_the_zoo_699441' st_title='DON'T FEED THE PARTICLES IN THE ZOO'>

DON'T FEED THE PARTICLES IN THE ZOO



DON'T FEED THE PARTICLES IN THE ZOO

What particles ARE, with this list of ARE NOTS,                                                     
ARE listed below to peruse in your thoughts.                                                                
Mesons AREN'T plural for multiple mice.                                                                  
Baryons AREN'T picked for a pie just to slice.                                                          

Neutrinos AREN'T Newts and Leptons don't leap.                                 
Muons AREN'T kittens that mew in their sleep.                                               
Electrons WON'T fry you to particle vapor.   
Gluons WON'T stick you, down to your paper.           

Gravitons AREN'T gravy nor dug from a grave.                                                              
Tachyons AREN'T tacky in clothes you won't save.                                                     
The Tau's AREN'T an Empire with power to wield.                                                   
Bosons AREN'T bossy while out in their field.                                                                                                        

Fermions, ALL TWELVE, while The MATTER endorse,                                                 
the Bosons, OF FIVE, are Carries of FORCE.                                                               
Fermions WON'T be, in same-place-at-same-time,                                                    
But Bosons WILL be, it's their paradigm.                                                                 

While some Quarks ARE Uppers and some let you Down.                                          
Some ARE true Toppers with Bottoms profound.                                                         
Some DO act Strangely, while others have Charm.                                                    
Mass, charge, spin, and color, ARE features they arm.                                                 

Leptons ARE in "flavors" that can be most tasteful.                                                      
What they ARE in decay is not at all wasteful.                                                           
There ARE three generations that change what they weigh.                                      
And they ARE very different in how they decay.                                                      

Electrons ARE stable with common precision.                                                                
While Muons and Taus ARE made in collision.                                                          
NO strong interactions these Leptons will take.                                                           
Yet they're subject to basics, make NO mistake.                                                            

Photons ARE particles AND waves of light.                                                                  
Gluons ARE binding in matter, just right.                                                                      
"W's" ARE weak in their force, it is true!                                                                      
So ARE the "Z's," who are last at the zoo.                                                                        

The Higgs, IS a boson that's so elusive.                                                                         
What boson it is, IS not so conclusive.                                                                          
We know IT's a particle with zero spin.                                                                         
IT's got positive parity from deep within.                                                                       

Now that you know what particles ARE NOT,                                                                 
And what some likely ARE, it can help quite a lot.                                                    
Some things ARE tiny and invisible too.                                                                        
They ARE dancing about in the particle zoo.                                                                  

So MANY zoo particles for you to know.                                                                      
In a zoo of a SECRET particle show.                                                                  
Come SEARCH for particles, if brave and you dare.                                                   
But DON'T feed the particles, while you are there!                                             


Edlynn Nau
May 26, 2015

Copyright © Edlynn Nau


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

EarthTribal Council

Earth's diverse Trees of Tribes
mentor ecotherapy with me,
EcoWe,
echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom
surfing through lunar waxing-waning forests
of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes.

Show me,
unveil We,
boundary wu-wei issues
waving functions and frequencies,
tipping wild-flowering forms with full-color frequencies,
soaring summer's Yangish fired threat of melting ashes,
sawdust outcomes
without winter's quenching white snow and ice-packed
hypothermic branches of purgation
dry-rooting hibernation,
composting Autumn's ReGenesis windfall harvest
from Spring's succulent soil
decomposing well-being eco-therapeutic nutrients.

Growing new council ribbon-rings in this EarthTribe Tree,
new leaves of wild grass-fed hope,
new polyculturing metamorphing
Beloved Climax Community Development Organic Compost,
newly incarnating through multisystemic ReGenesis Projects,
ecotherapeutic grace,
responsively coincidental tree hierarchies
reversed appositionally and synergetically
in bipolar-balancing root systemic
negative-binomial structures, 
nutrition-compost networks of bionic information,
positive with negative images, analogy, ecological systems,
resolving reverse-e-v-i-L dissonant non-relational place,
non-polynomial race toward entropy.

New rings emerge newly resonant flows and flues,
flutes and fruits,
new frowns but also newly ripening fruit
for Eden's permaculturing harvest,
then seeding yet another ring.
Ecological Yin-virtue rings incarnating,
inviting and absorbing,
economically slow-growth sustainable Yang-value branches.
SuperEco's lunar cycling virtues,
photosynthetically in-forming eco-norms,
optimizing solar-fusing systemic values.

How could Earth's Trees and Tribes not care enough
to enter
mentor
my world's story,
my Self-Other Trees of Life Story?
Why do I struggle to care enough
to new you in to my full-moon dreams 
of flight and permaculturing fantasy, 
analogies of new through old negative-positive relational design,
unbranching paradigms and generations
racing straight through core rooted 
universal space and time?

I love our wild yeast willingness to evolve 
active resonance and peaceful swaying branches,
songs and dances,
but can't say the same for overly domesticated
deductive
commodified
left-brain dominant willfullness
to exchange our SuperEco belonging
for side-by-side struggling 
and discontenting ego-fulfillment longing,
failing to see and hear and feel karma's becoming
with incarnate natural, organic, simple,
actively peaceful and contenting-informing 
poly-confluent Being.

Primal Being together here with now
feeds my soul to yours,
and ours to mine to ours refined,
organic compost
sublime breakfast
wild Being escaping Left-brained dominance
with stir-flying race toward more balanced integrity,
natural nutrients and cycles and systems
and non-violent language,
and comprehensive growth of compendious EcoValue transactions,
self-optimizing,
regenerative,
folding
mentoring our stories and praxis and intent with mutual care,
polycultural Wisdom Council 
of natural permaculturing content,
form,
optimetric (0)-rooting Fullerian prime function.

We try and test and stretch,
tip and trim our tabs
to see and hear and feel beyond the end
of our egocentric noses and dicks,
hearts and minds,
especially with those with whom we live,
those who show me day to day
ebbs and flows of feelings
and energy,
faith and despair,
patients and patience, 
and not-so-much, 
timely cosmic-humor balancing awareness.

Why do we each and all together share this life expanding stretch?
If we can grow our SuperEco
compassionately mindful love
at home,
within ourselves and among our familial friendly selves,
for our highly amusing ego-tipping and flowing
swimming flights toward active peace mentoring without,
then among our friends,
then our vocational relationships to Earth
and all EarthTribe Species,
then our Omega Points coincidentally and synergetically
to Here and Now full living
as Yang with Yin's optimal Left-Right balance 
BeLonging.

Left's convex productive leaves and branches,
seeding Right's concavely enculturing 
(0)-core root natural SuperEco-MetaSystemic
NuClearAcid,
ReGenesis Project
ReGenerating Projecting Incarnation,
ReProjection EcoTherapy,
ReGenerously Projective EcoJustice
foresting trees of reconnecting 
intuiting-inductive
conductive contenting
logos informating 
co-intelligence, 
EcoWisdomCouncil
learning our diversely cooperative 
Win-Win Universal Game Theorem.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck


Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

BLUEPRINT FOR A KINGDOM

You have fixed   all movements   within time 
every trails destination    have you outlined
no creature     can operate           outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos       no man can overrule

You oh Jah are the former of    our clay
little have you asked    but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never            only we can turn away
ever open are your promises   beckoning us to      stay

you have sent your voice       gently into the wind
to inform us all   of the future               YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed          until the end
from your throne itself                did they descend 


Oh governor of Israel   your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth           false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders    all government shall come
peace on earth completed             when your will is done

all the histories show            every        ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred                      greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons              their intentions a crime
full detonation             is only            a matter of time

fomentation of terror     false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens        calumny as news
misleading of the nations    earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice                   do refuse

I can hear the weeping  , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering ,     children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease           wars and fears
past the point of denial ,                    left to us extinction nears

Without Gods intervention      mankind would not survive
those holding the power            don't care if you remain   alive
your slavery is their fuel        so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure    is the focus of their drive

Earths current calamites   occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology          sought for just like gold
every form            of promiscuity       ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred           in  characters taken hold

Everything you plan   to your children       you do inform
the blueprint for the future    your purpose to perform
every framework and design    will earthly place transform
a government that loves         on the verge      of being born

No other fathers instructions        have been so clear
every happiness conceived          planned on placing here
from the beginning   you have designed   what was to come
the implementation and time              taken it to be done

You designed the blueprint    of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus     and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve      everlasting days
who will rule the nations         teach them all your ways

As sure as a refiners fire       separates the gold
a razors edge      on the sword of truth       foretold
the forger of the weapon        the right-hand of God
until his governors      in his footsteps   fully trod

From the heavens   true justice          will descend
incorruptible            who mankind's   tyranny    will end
will remove all oppression   and little ones  defend
of its loving-kindness   and mercy            can everyone depend

Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death           you have been given choice
installation of its kings     is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus    expressed intentions very clear

No child will ever hunger           in this place
every physical infirmity   and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning       with joy replaced
and even death itself            has been erased

These promises      God has through  Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have        his servants     ever waited
where happiness and bliss          lives in every home
the original design        that exalts this throne

Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic ,       crowning of your King
through him and his companions   praise on earth  will ring
of its exaltation            those who love him sing

sources
 
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah  9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 ,   65:17-25
 Zec 9:9-17  Gospel parables of the Kingdom
 Rev.17-21

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence


Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Dreams I Translation of Etiemble s poem Reves I by T Wignesan

The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and the ash sixty years of poetry). Paris: Les deux animaux, 1984, pp. 123-126.)

Yet He, who contemplated his incandescent world
and the sterile streaming
of the lava,
drunk with the swirling of the primal incense
dreamed on…

His shape, during that period, took on all forms
ten thousand beings milling in him, inexistants;
the amoebas mixed with gigantosaurs
awaiting the hour
of the amoebagigantosaurs.

How you were divine, God, before the Creation
of your own non-being,
before your sacrifice, your suicide,
how divinely monstrous:
I see you such as I was you in your entrails
all the bodies of all the fishes in all the seas in all ponds,
blossoming on greenish scales of mackerels, the fins
shining on roaches
						and red fish,
in all the wings in all the albatrosses feathery
						in all the skies,
		the wings of all the chicken,
walking on the thousand feet of all the scolopenders
on the four hairy columns of mammoths,
				of rough rhinoceroses
on the four legs of lambs
on the two feet of all pterodactyls
             					of all ducks,
of all humans,
on the rings of all the earthworms.
Your voice which charms deaf rocks more
			than songs of future sirens
sometimes raucously roared;
your caresses bill-cooing turtle-doves
trumpeting strident
when your ten thouand mouths opened.

Therefore,
hermophrodite inseminated by its universal sperm
the Being
bearing plants and beasts, all
and the woman whose womb as yet to be formed
dreamed in this way:

The scintillating effervescence of granite, of basalts, 
                                                          of diamonds
freeze into position thus:
Mountains of rock, organs of Titan, cristals of fire.
Collapsing clouds, rapid cataracts
tumble down abrupt stony walls.
The earth swells valleys
mother earth made pregnant by ferns of great shadows.
Ocean rivers sweep along continents
open into flanks of mountains’ heroic holes
pour a freshness of love on thirsty roots…
the first pollen grain pollutes the first pistil.
The first flesh dazzled by the light
sketches the quiverings of joy that will be.
Two lives lie in the wet clay
two lives
ten thousand lives.

The eye – without becoming the enormous dreamer –
closes over this total image of its death
sees the saurian ichthyophages
horned beaks with sharp teeth
shivery mammoths
all the theory of winged horses
winged men
men without wings
Me
And I, on this earth where I was dropped by mistake
									In your dream
however much I raised my eyes higher than the clouds,
however much I scrutinised the celestial transparence
however much I could recall the person who in your 
                                   entrails I was as you
no more do I see your face in its ten thousand true 
                                                                 Facets,
nothing more do I hear 
the rustling of so many snowy and metallic scales over
						so many feathers.

Nothing
nothing more…

“No! No! Not this reckless Golgotha!
God! You are mistaken.
God! I surrender myself (only) to you yourself.”
But the winds wailed with the wolves
“Tough luck!”

“Just as well!”
At last my egoism refuses to accept the cross the spear
		                                      and the sponge
with the venom
Why then every evening the same stars
entice themselves into the self-same ponds?
Stars, make yourselves scarce!
I know all about you and your promenades.
Too docile, horses offer their jaw bits on flanks where
				spurs caress the necks.
Water which flows so miraculously so fastidiously servile:
seas part themselves,
alcarazas freeze lips. 
Every night when fatigue overcomes me with sleep
the sun
retracts its golden claws in order not to derange my 
                                                                  sleep.
Drunk with power
like a Ceasar like a Nero like a Caligula
I make myself small
“O! such as I was you in your entrails
allow me the remembrance and the regret.”

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

Copyright © T Wignesan


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

BeLoved Green Commons

What purpose do I choose to live;
remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?
What meaning can we find to live,
reversing "evil"
that could transcend our individual absence of identity?
Original Intent uncovers love's revolutionary invitation
into mutual belonging.

What is this love, synergy, active peace-filling justice 
of mindful compassion and contentment
here and now extending forward and backward
across all times and distinctions of identity?

Perfect love voids anger and fear,
confluent confidence overwhelmingly absorbing dissonance
as difference from confluence
into primally resolving frequencies,
functionally comprehensive contentment.

Anger dissipates without an enemy to target
through proactive and generously proportioned kindness,
pay-it-forward redemptive
fore-give contented
balanced Id/SuperEco value,
as Yin/Yang,
as double-binding negative vortex
revolutioning over positive (0)-Soul Teleological Prime Relationship
of Tao.

Fear fades coincidentally
as love fulfills its trembling place,
as live subsumes our rumbling space.
Despair grows naked without tools or weapons,
merely minds and hearts and bodies,
interdependent natural systems,
to organically transform our metamorphic trace,
confining dissonating heat to sweaty race,
pace,
embrace,
and challenges intending long-term primal wrestling,
co-challenges within timeless Golden Eco-NormicWe Relationship.

Edenic life ionically balances ergodic recreation,
finding humor in ego's hateful quaking,
double-binding double-negative monoculture
of Lose-Lose mutually mindless monopolistic dis-ecosystems.
All Yang,
no yin,
original over-deductive sin,
omitting half our good and bad potential,
intuitively discovered as only half-bad,
not not Original Intent
of Polyculturally Multisystemic Harmony.

This prime relationship
between eco-logical mind and eco-normic heart
incarnates polypathically:
invest in what you and we all love most,
to disinvest in fear.
Multisystemically therapeutic,
like human DNA-live organic relationships,
swallowing backward-e-v-i-l monotemporal wrong directions,
biological folding and unfolding,
bellowing passive-solar nuclear fusion of mind and heart.
Just-Right Vitamin D counteracts Despair.

Actively cooperative economic design,
Quilting-Bee intent,
smorgasbord assumptions,
fuel polyculturally multisystemic therapy,
as competitive Lose-Lose overly-sustained practices
feed anger,
boredom,
isolation,
silos of mortal fear,
suffering,
feeding into monopolistic
monochromatic
mindless
monocultures of Black Hole entropic misappropriation,
and socioeconomic pathology--
fear and unredeemable loss.

Black Hole economic competition
never ends with enough for ME.
Ecological binding cooperation
never ends without sufficiency for WE,
consumers and producers,
regenerators and redeemers.

If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly and swim together
in abundantly nutritional organic markets
with permaculturally optimized design,
square rooted in full-living functional values
relationships appositionally tipping,
syncing,
swaying and dancing,
smooth-structured away from mortally feared dissonance,
toward WEself-identity confluence.

Within and on,
under and over,
before and after,
above and below
this Carnival Midway's  natural systemic Tao,
P=NP
as,
because,
equivalently,
coincidentally
Yang=ReverseYin. 

Evil is to dissonant-revol..., eco-fear and echoing anger,
as live's fullness becomes lover;
as alien competitors and fearfully dark new moons
absorb ionic re-balancing FullMoon redeemer-power,
each in its full-humored season,
and subject to at least some reason.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

On Being Here Now

Our body is only a cloak,
seek the one who has dressed you,
heed not the dress.
Rumi

My form dresses our shared purpose,
I seek this SuperEco who has formed our cooperative
and synergetic vocational meaning,
not my ego's magically imagined id-entity.

Yet I remain distracted and confused
by this magic illusion of constancy that grows "me."
I watch with egocentric fascination and delight,
alarm and dismay,
applauding my own virtuoso comedic protagonist bright sight
for creating personal drama from epic opera's stage.

My body forms "self" comprehension
that our integrated ecologic
understands regenerative intuition
magic and spells
alchemy and Golden Ratios
as our eternal 0-summed Here and Now unfolding
karmic grace
evolving each natural system's spiritual reincarnation
of time's coded cultural narrative string
back through space,
forward toward our future generations.

Midway means nothing to infinity.
Rumi

Here and Now comprehends eternal form
as spatial function
unraveling permacultural implications
back through languaged information
logistical trees and Game Theory reverse hierarchies
tipping boundary Trim Tabbing poignant dissonance
resolving
redeeming
repurposing
rehabilitating
SuperEco-therapeutic confluence 
harmonious resonance
of synergetic Tao Prime Relationship:
my identity is to SuperEco
as Yin longs for Yang's convexed warm embrace,
as +/-(0)-summed personal investment,
economic purpose,
evolves +1.00% QBit ecological regenerative optimization design
and teleological meaning.

My (0)-balancing body's formed economy reveals
our comprehensive positive CQI ecotherapeutic
trend and story,
narrative strings and cultural tales,
encoded neural networks of primal function
and bicameral ethology,
polycultural communities mentoring permacultural design
resolving Primal Resonance with Original Intent,
eco-centric "Self" identity with SuperEco's
Fractal-Unitarian Tao Metasystem of Universal Co-Comprehensive Balancing ntelligence,
or Taoist Universalism,
should we need a shorter label,
and another "ism,"
then Zeroism may culturally evolve just as well,
where science rejoins religion
wonderously prehending this magic we are
predicting our Beloved Climax Community future.

My body comprehends this convex cloak
seeking SuperEco Dynamic System concaved within to dress this ego,
to heed our Elder natural systems
Here and Now regeneratively encoding
resolving
enlightening
transcending incommensurable paradigms and language.

My co-prehended form resonates ecological function and design,
like a hot bath absorbing hypothermic disease
to give birth to our emergent Beloved Community
of Mutual Redeemers 
mentoring economic ecologic.

Absorb rich Dark Holed composting primal relationship
of Yang-space with Yin-Time
to radiate SuperEco's brightest light together.

To increase comprehensive harmonic depth
turn off the lights,
extraction of fading natural resources, 
learn to cooperatively dream of full-moon nights
and rainbows of partly-cloudy sun-fueled days.

Bodies
with bicamerally balancing brains
are Here and Now (0)-centric information
pointing toward SuperEco's prime regenerative relationship.

Form greets Function
as space meets time
as Here redeems Now,
karmic graceful gift of Earth's Eco-centric presence.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Contenting Tree of Life

Futility of Contention
absorbs into Utility of Contentment.

To preserve wholeness, mutually accommodate;
    yielding preserves whole.
To become straight, you must begin bent;
    bent potentiates straight.
To become filled, its best to begin hollow;
    hollow optimizes full.
To become renewed, notice your tattered being,
    dissonance resolves toward renewed confluence.
To become possessive, notice what you want,
    possessions double-bind prehension.
To become confused, notice your exhaustive riches,
    hoarders grow confused, dis-eased.

Therefore the Sage embraces the One Positive Polynomial;
    Midway PositivelyNegative Zero,
And becomes the polyculturing model of the world.
She does not reveal herself,
    And he is therefore luminous.
She does not justify herself,
    And he is therefore far-famed.
She does not boast of herself,
    And therefore people give him credit.
She does not pride herself,
    And is therefore the chief among bicamerally balancing men.

It is because we do not compete
That no one in the world can discontent,
    disconnect,
    un-cooperate us.

Yin yield preserves Yang wholeness health.

We might most abundantly,
nutritiously, 
comprehend Yang as optimizing ergodic community economic developer,
    of structure-forms-plans-strategies-logistics-logic,
while also prehending Yin as revolutionarily ionic communication's functional designer,
    implicating regeneration through intuitive comprehension,
    of each moment's,
    each Life's,
    each paradigm's,
    each revolution's dually-manifest destiny.

Primal original intent of ionic-ergodic function
regenerates,
to sustain Prime Relationship balance:
of Plan A with Plan B Harmony (B. Fuller),
Yang with Yin balance,
Polynomial with NotNotPolynomial Informating Eco-normics,
Brahman with WombWe, wu-wei chi becoming.

It's not so much that most of us have mental health issues,
its more like mental dis-ease is our issue;
    primal
    primary functional concern.
Body decay and loss,
abuse and neglect,
are our more fundamentally optimal opportunity
    to respond to formative issues,
    human natured development.
Mental health is more of an aesthetic-intuitive,
    symmetric and proportional,
    design challenge
    between SuperEco and independent Ego's Self-IdEntity,
while body health is our coincidental peace with justice challenge,
    content of polycultural development.

We are improved well-being prospects, projects,
    comprehending ourselves,
listeners to dissonance between Ego's Left hemisphere
    and our SuperEco right-brained
    full color
    full scale octaves,
    fractal frequencies and functions,
both metaphysical-metasystemic polynomial-polypathic within,
and physical polycultural SuperEco Universe without.

We could do better
were we to understand "permaculture" paradigm,
    not only as an organic frame for designing,
    but also an inclusive development through harvest feedback process
    to mutually develop polycultural environments
    and polypathic regenerative redeemer economies
    of natural health systems
    with Manifest Dual-Destiny,
Dark Holistic Elders past
shooting stars through future's primal light.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck


Long poem by Scott Bronner | Details |

Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.

Copyright © Scott Bronner


Long poem by Three Penguins | Details |

VOLCANO

Yo, Guys, 
Check it out!

Volcanoes blow, 
some fast... some slow

All right stop, 
hear me out and listen
Mountain outta nothing, 
Mother Nature's invention
Deep within the earth, 
pressure grows tightly
The molten lava flows, 
daily and nightly
Looking to escape, 
gotta find a place to go
An unexpected pop, 
or a never ceasing flow
Incinerating path, 
or a bursting burning vandal 
Spewing rock and gas, 
or a deadly dripping candle

Composite volcano, 
erie calm then cataclysmic boom
Pyroclastic chaos, 
a deadly poisonous mushroom
Deadly fiery mass, 
a leaping rock lava melody
Spreading ash for miles, 
a majestic tragedy
When the mountain ignites, 
betta get out of her way
In a matter of moments, 
she'll make night outta day
Composite volcano, 
Yo.. study and try to solve it
A spontaneous temper tantrum, 
no way to resolve it

Volcanic explosive debris, 
andesite and dacite rock
Goes off when she wants, 
oh no.. not set to your clock
Mayon Volcano Philippines, 
and Mount Fuji in Japan
Part of the "Rim of Fire", 
that still amazes modern man
The majesty of Mount Rainer, 
lies in Washington state
Pillar into the sky, 
jaw dropping she's so great 
Conical rough hued mountain, 
so steep at the vent
A composite volcano, 
BAM.. an explosive event!

Cinder cone volcano, 
gets its name from falling ash
What goes up in smoke, 
comes down in smoldering crash
Steep slopes like a Composite, 
but its flat at the top
Much smaller than a Shield, 
less deadly in its fiery pop
But what's truly outstanding, 
how quick this mount can grow
In 9 years from that 43' cornfield, 
the magnificent Paricutin in Mexico
There's the Sunset Crater in Arizona, 
Lava Butte in Oregon
These treasures known for beauty, 
and much less for brawn

Shield volcano, 
incredibly powerful without jumping
Mountain continually grows, 
as liquid fire keeps pumping 
Heat beyond belief, boiling river.. 
there's no mistaking
Takes out everything in its path, 
no lying, I'm not faking
Slow dancing combustion, 
that forms layers of smooth rock
A night and day red rumble, 
a never ceasing tick tock  
She's a five degree angle, 
of two thousand degree basalt 
Her flow over many miles, 
a deadly unrelenting assault 

Magma from the mantle burns, 
a hole in lithospheric plate
A flaming searing inferno, 
a blazing scorching lake
Mauna Loa and Kilauea, 
spatter ramparts curtains of fire
These are Hawaii's highest peaks, 
and tourist great desire.
But the tallest of all, 
on the Red Planet ya see its scars
Higher than three Mount Everest, 
Olympus Mons of Mars
She once was a warrior in battle, 
unceasing and aglow
Advancing and defeating, 
the most massive shield volcano!

But ya can't talk volcanos, 
leave Mount Saint Helen's off da map
Wouldn't be good science, 
no rhyme to reason in dat info rap
She was the most notorious catastrophic eruption, 
May 18, 1980
A massive debris avalanche, 
was triggered by this angry lady 
The most destructive in US history,
"Teach" remembers that day
When it "snowed" ash across America, 
in the middle of May.

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Copyright © Three Penguins


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